Chapter 100 Qian Daobai Controls Everything! His Power is Unparalleled! An Invincible Sword Immortal!
Emperor Xueye struggled to raise his head, staring intently at the face before him that was both familiar and unfamiliar.
"Why...?"
His voice was as hoarse as a broken bellows.
Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue suddenly smiled.
"Because I was never your son."
"Let me introduce myself."
"Spirit Hall, Qian Renxue."
boom!
This short sentence, like a thunderclap from the heavens, exploded in the mind of the Snow Night Emperor.
Spirit Hall...
He thought of the Spirit Hall's long-standing and blatant ambitions.
He thought of Xue Qinghe's perfect performance over the years.
I see.
I see!
They don't just want to infiltrate the Heavenly Dou Empire; they want to... seize the entire Heavenly Dou Empire!
An overwhelming sense of anger and humiliation welled up inside me.
"puff--!"
Emperor Xueye could no longer suppress his surging blood and qi, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of black poisonous blood, which splattered the dragon robe in front of him.
The avalanche, hiding under the table in the corner, heard everything clearly.
His pupils suddenly contracted in the shadows where no one noticed.
Xue Qinghe... is actually a member of the Spirit Hall?
Isn't she her own brother?
This thought made Xue Beng's heart skip a beat.
Immediately afterwards, an overwhelming joy welled up from the bottom of my heart.
Since Xue Qinghe is a fake, then... wouldn't I be the rightful heir?
Just stay calm!
As long as he continues to play the role of this spoiled prince well and doesn't attract their attention.
Once they are entangled with the old guard of the Heavenly Dou Empire, I will secretly seek opportunities to contact reinforcements...
The empire that Tian Dou fought over will eventually fall into my hands!
Xue Beng gritted his teeth and curled himself up even tighter, trying his best not to let anyone notice his abnormality.
"You...you're not Qinghe..."
Emperor Xueye, panting heavily, used all his strength to grab the hem of Qian Renxue's clothes.
"Where is my child? My Qinghe...?"
In his eyes was a final plea from a father.
Qian Renxue's face remained indifferent.
She reached out and pried open Emperor Xueye's fingers one by one.
"I've been able to lie in wait by your side for so many years, do you think he still has a chance to show up?"
These words were like the sharpest knife, piercing through the last defenses of Emperor Xueye.
Qian Renxue looked at his face, which had instantly lost all color, and gently reminded him.
"Don't be too angry."
"Once the poison fully attacks your heart, you won't even have the energy to watch the show."
toxin...
Emperor Xueye's body suddenly trembled.
He thought about everything that had happened that night.
The avalanche's erratic behavior, his own burning rage, the incredibly precise assassination attempt by the Porcupine Douluo, and Xue Qinghe's consistently abnormal behavior...
A terrible thought popped into his mind.
He raised his trembling hand and pointed at Qian Renxue.
"It's you..."
"You poisoned me!"
Emperor Xueye was so angry that he almost lost the strength to raise his hand, and could only glare at her with his bloodshot eyes.
Seeing this, Qian Renxue finally revealed a victor's smile.
She raised her hand and wiped her face.
A faint halo flashed by, and the handsome and dashing face of the crown prince began to change.
Her facial features softened, her eyebrows and eyes became more refined, and her long golden hair cascaded down like a waterfall to her waist.
In the blink of an eye, the Heavenly Prince Xue Qinghe disappeared.
Instead, there was a goddess with unparalleled beauty and a sacred and noble temperament, as if she had stepped out of mythology.
"That's right."
Qian Renxue's voice also regained its natural feminine clarity and joy.
"After years of lying in wait, I've finally waited for the day you succumb to the poison."
"You...you lackey of the Spirit Hall!"
Emperor Xueye let out a beast-like roar.
"Get out! Get out of the Heavenly Dou Imperial Palace!"
You are no longer qualified.
Qian Renxue shook her head, her tone tinged with pity.
"Let's take a look below."
Emperor Xueye turned his neck with difficulty, casting his gaze down into the hall.
What came into view were the princes and ministers who had once bowed down to him.
At this moment, each of them was surrounded by Spirit Hall soldiers wielding long spears, their faces filled with fear and unease.
No one dared to move.
No one dared to utter a sound.
Their gazes would occasionally drift towards the man in white robes, wielding a golden sword.
Qiandaobai.
Just by standing there, he exuded a suffocating pressure.
Even Dugu Bo, whose title was "Poison," couldn't withstand a single move from him.
Who would dare to resist?
Who would dare to stand up for this dying old emperor?
Preserving your own life is the most important thing.
despair.
Endless despair, like a tidal wave, completely engulfed Emperor Xueye.
The deadly poison inside his body, combined with the rage in his heart, was scorching his internal organs.
He looked at the silent ministers in the hall, at the high and mighty traitor, and at the white-robed man who seemed like a god or demon.
In the end, he could only lower his head helplessly, his hands gripping the armrests of the dragon throne tightly, his fingernails cracking from the excessive force, and blood seeping out.
The tide has turned.
Tian Dou is doomed.
Seeing Emperor Xueye struggling helplessly, Qian Renxue suddenly burst into laughter.
The crisp laughter echoed in the deathly silent hall, sounding particularly jarring.
Her laughter subsided, and her gaze shifted to a corner of the main hall.
"Avalanche, should we continue to hide?"
Avalanche, whose name was called, suddenly stiffened.
He knew he couldn't hide it anymore.
He slowly crawled out from under the table, his face still showing that terrified, good-for-nothing playboy look.
"No...don't kill me, I don't know anything, I didn't see anything..."
Qian Renxue watched his superb acting skills and a playful smile appeared on her lips.
She knew very well that the fourth prince was far more cunning than he appeared.
Keeping it will ultimately be a disaster.
"Someone come here."
Qian Renxue spoke calmly.
"Take Prince Avalanche and Prince Snowstar away and keep a close watch on them."
"yes!"
Two Spirit Masters from the Spirit Hall immediately stepped forward, one on the left and one on the right, to support Xue Beng's arms.
Xue Beng's expression changed instantly.
He knew that once he was taken down, there would be no chance of turning things around.
He began to struggle violently, cursing at Qian Renxue.
"What right do you have to lock me up! Let me go! Let me go!"
"You usurper, you dog! You'll die a horrible death!"
One of the Soul Masters, annoyed by his noise, casually tore off a piece of tablecloth and stuffed it directly into his mouth.
"Ugh... Ugh!"
The avalanche's curses turned into indistinct sobs, and he was eventually forcibly dragged out of the main hall.
On the snowy night, the Emperor struggled painfully on his dragon throne. He clung to his last shred of consciousness as he watched his son being dragged away and the entire court of officials fall silent in fear.
He wanted to say something, but he didn't even have the strength to make a sound.
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